The Meeting
Extraordinary,
how your downy eyes seek me,
new eyes, wrapped up in
foreign security and the surreal.
I am doubtful of my ability
but blessed as I confirm your release
eager and thankful,
kissing tufts of soft hair.
Mother and son,
created in the same moment
waiting to begin.
And now you will know
all I rue of myself,
within the marrow space of selfish years
I I I I I I I I
Me Me Me Me Me Me,
within a yen sprouting
ever forward to finally
share,to share with you.
As I wake I remember a cherub's face
and wonder if we can find you
within these barren fields,
if we can summon
Shiva,
Freya,
Kokopelli,
or Aphrodite,
so I may hold you in my waking dreams.
Finally.
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